Do you know you’re wearing a pair of underwear for the last time when you put them on in the morning? Or does it take until the “next time” you take them out of the drawer, with their failing elastic and tears around the waistband to throw them out? What about a pair of socks? How many times after you’ve told yourself, “This is the last time I’m wearing them” do you actually follow through? Not to worry, I’m not going to share my personal undergarment stories. It was simply s

I wrote and shared this piece in 2020, after a senseless shooting. I've reposted it several times (including today) when history repeats itself in tragic fashion. I can't wait for the day when I don't feel obligated to put the following out to the world. I fear that day is still far off. ***** The song "Ohio" by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young asks the question "How many more?" And that question is once again on our minds, as senseless, tragic incidents of hate and violence co

It's cold today ... like, "Don't go outside unless you absolutely must" cold. And even then, it's the kind of cold that makes you think, "You know, I'm probably just fine staying in the house." It's so cold it has sapped my motivation this morning. So, I'm keeping it short and sweet today by offering you a haiku: It's frigid today, Mother Nature is angry, I'm staying inside. There it is. Now, I'm going to get myself something warm to drink and get on with my day. See you next